Marianne, we were in Frankfurt once having lunch al fresco, when a street singer came by and started singing (badly). When he finished his song, he shook his can of coins, expecting a tip.
I started singing, "Es, es, es und es, es ist ein harter Schluss, weil, weil, weil und weil, weil ich aus Frankfurt muss. D'rum schlag' ich Frankfurt aus dem Sinn, und wende mich Gott weiss wohin; ich will mein Glueck probieren, marschieren."
He laughed and started to walk away, but we tipped him anyway.